DOMAIN: POETRY
Meaning of Death
Original 94, amended Sep 96
Ever really wonder why?
With What happens, when you die?
Ears deaf to loved one's cries
Soul leaves body, where it flies
To the Heavens, in the skies
Or to Hell, where it fries
Are these stories, only lies?
Where does truth, truly lie?
You'll never know unless you try
Empty Spaces
Dec 97
Only pain can fill the spaces
Left from weeping sorrow faces
Rivers cried of dreams denied
Countless numbers of lost races
Meat, the Real Me?
July 98
I pick myself apart
Skin drops away in folds
Falls to my feet
Organic heaps
Just I remain, behold
Shell cracked beyond repair
There is no turning back
I am exposed
Do you suppose
That what I find is fact?
Behold, there is no truth
Environment all lies
I�ll do my best
Forget the rest
And wait for their replies
Moment
Nov 97
I sit and stair
And watch and gaze
The crystals change
In many ways
Yet perfect lines
They form with ease
So mockingly
Each time they freeze
Only to change
Without my say
Appearing free
Though we will pay
Another Once More
Oct 98
Another funk I find
Another night alone
Another step behind
Another night I�ve blown
Once more it�s in my sight
Once more my sight fails me
Once more it isn�t right
Once more infinity
The Choice
[Version 1] Jan 97
Life, what a beautiful choice
For those who can give it or take it
A new life should bring rejoice
The decision, how to make it?
Consequences of that choice
Parenthood, oh how they fake it
An oath of care, parents voice
The Hell begins when they break it.
Sides
["The Choice" Version 2] May 97
Life, what a beautiful choice,
For those of us able to make it.
How dare you silence an unborn voice!
You give life, how can you take it?
The tragedy comes when those who give life,
Don't care for what they created.
The realization cuts like a knife,
The pain the child was fated.
Not Fair
May 97
I,
Don't know,
Why I'm here.
What is the point?
What is my purpose?
Where is my happiness?
What is the reason for me?
Will anyone ever need me?
Is there a reason for anyone?
Seemingly randomized pairing for life!
Pairs of atoms finding each other.
Human pairs finding each other.
Why can't I find another?
For me there is no other!
I have no purpose!
I have no one!
Why can't I?
Why can't,
I?
For Everyone
June 97
Those hurt by lies
Must realize
The motives behind their design
The tales that are spun
Deceptively fun
Will come back to haunt every time
From pleasure or spite
With motives in sight
Consequences can never rewind
To not see the hurt
Names dragged through the dirt
The tale teller has to be blind
Love Crutch
Nov 97
Relief consumes me
It flows through my veins
Says she still loves me
Relief from my pain
But her hold, on me
A terrible crutch
Please don't you judge me
I don't have that much
When inspiration is Not
Feb 98
Starved for inspiration
I chock on the words of necessity
The words spread out like broken glass
My desires shattered incessantly
While they vie for prominence
In a heart of what once was
Confused, they read the one lined note
That says nothing but �Just because��
Or Not At All
Dec 97
Is it better to have played and lost, or not have played the game?
Better to have tried and failed, or not attempt the gain?
Is it better to have loved and lost, though pain cuts like a knife?
Better to have lived and died, or never suffer life?
The Game
March 95
It is impossible to acquire natural beauty and,
short of mutilation,
impossible to take it away.
It is a cosmic injustice how nature distributes its gifts so unevenly,
almost randomly,
and without regard to the worth or worthiness of the recipients.
Physical appearance,
form, gender, race, and family are acquired at birth without wish, will, or utterance.
One's initial worth as an individual is determined not by accomplishments,
kindness, or mental qualities, but by a body that may,
by no fault of one's own, fall below the standards of the society into which one must blend.
Unearned physical qualities follow people into the commerce of their lives,
with varying effects on relationships,
occupations, politics, friendship, and all other aspects of human interaction.
Even when a society is based on equality and achievement,
when each person stands with all others and waits for the rewards he earned based on his own personal achievement, there remains an unspoken ranking:
the evaluation of one's worth according to the standards of beauty, grace, and sexuality.
Get On With It
July 98
You cast the first stone, I�m fearing.
Can�t believe the words I�m hearing.
Have you ideas of what you�re saying?
Tell me, why are you betraying?
All the time that I invested.
Warned by friends, but I contested.
Said you�d chew me up and spit me
Out. But how could you forget me.
All I�ve done and all I�d do.
I�m sure you know, I�m sure you knew.
Just another dark stain in my life.
Sorry, did my back block the path of your knife?
But I live and I learn, and I�ll try till I die.
And stop killing myself over reasons why.
Cause I�m used to the pain and the grief and the s***.
So I accept it as life and just get on with it.
Teamwork
July 98
From where could we have come into being?
Amid an atmosphere of green pea soup?
Theories of spontaneous life, fleeting.
Our ancestors cloudy puddles of goop?
But what other choice do we have but this,
To let science prove the impossible?
Dare we consider what science could miss?
Life came from nothing? Quite improbable!
Is it much more difficult to believe,
With limited minds and understanding,
An entity we can�t hear, touch, or see,
Responsible for the final binding?
Science or God? The answer elusive.
But must it be mutually exclusive?
The End
Nov 97
My heart
Your hold
You talk
I�m told
You look
I see
So bad
With three
No past
Not seen
No luck
Too clean
The end
Ask why
I know
Good bye
